Read and Review, because I shoot up reviews like a druggie shoots up heroin.

ARSLOTHES: Duly noted.

Guest#1: Well, that's the main ship the reviewers are gunning for. Children aren't going to be erased just because a parent dies, I know better than that. Altering the past simply railroads the present into a new future, it doesn't cancel the after that existed before. Also, your review nearly gave me a heart attack since I thought I had messed up something and… I really don't see the problem here. Pegasus knights' main function is to provide extraordinary help and run people/messages fast from the palace to the battlefield. So what if the Exalt wasn't retreating? Vasto's group would've still ambushed the pegasi running messages between Ylisstol and the battlefield. The only change I see is that Cordelia didn't run away because she had no message to run to the Exalt at the Breakneck Pass because there was no Exalt at the breakneck pass. Cordelia fought, and sadly, died. The battle hypothetically took place at the Border pass (Maribelle rescue map) and was a huge loss on the Ylisseans' side, but not enough for the Plegians to break into Ylisse. As for Nick not reading the report of a huge number of Pegasus riders dying in the attack… first things first, as I've mentioned countless times, Nick is unable to read. Even if he were, he doesn't have the clearance to obtain that kind of information. He's just a Shepherd in training, and while he's above the regular soldier he's certainly no officer.

Last but not least, yes, he was informed. What makes you think otherwise? He's just off (like really off) about the location.

Guest#2: You do bring an interesting point of view. Reviews like yours is why I didn't go immediately "Welp, let's ship immediately". If you're worried about Nick and Lissa's relationship becoming stale, worry not, I will develop it further. For now, however, he's not even there with either of the ladies, so I can't exactly do it now. If anything, most of the shipping stuff will be done after the timeskip.

Please keep reviewing! For now, the votes for the ships are as such:

Lissa – 3

Sully – 1

Lucina – 1

Also please send me questions you wish for a character to answer! For now I've received only one question ç_ç

Chapter 19: Snow, blood and thunder

I startled awake, my dream forgotten in an instant as the pegasus I was traveling on started dodging left and right, trying to avoid arrows skewering us. I looked down and realized, we had reached the Longfort, and of course, like good little underlings, they were trying to shoot me down because I was flying towards them seemingly with hostile intentions. I redirected my flying steed towards the ground, despite it being a tactically unsound decision, before hopping down and raising my hands in surrender. Lances, axes and arrows were pointed at my very squishy flesh, covered only by the shirt and pants I had on.

(The cold never bothered me anyways.)

'No it doesn't.' I agreed. "Peace, fellas. I only wish to pass by so that I can be on my way." I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "I had fallen asleep on my pegasus and, well… didn't notice you." I chuckled good-naturedly. They didn't seem amused by the situation as I was.

An armored figure stepped down from the walls of the fort to come and greet me herself, her lips set in a thin line. "What is your business here, stranger?" Raimi asks. I now have an idea that will either get me inside or get my ass kicked. Possibly both.

(So the usual.)

"You're… Reimi, right?" I make a show of thinking hard about it, failing her name on purpose. "Captain Chrom told me about you. What, you're gonna attack a random stranger to keep up your track record? For shame." I shake my head mocking her. "And here I thought we could settle this like adults. Well, I'm not an adult, but still." I chuckled wrily. I was treading on thin ice and I knew it, but my sass knew no limits with people I disliked.

"Why you little-" Raimi asks. However, an archer from their ranks steps out of line to grab her arm before she could sock me in the face.

"H-hold on captain." A white-haired girl tries to placate the livid Raimi. "He-he's my friend. He's a bit of a dork at times, but he isn't b-bad." She then turns to stare at me. I stare back at her quizzically before it clicks.

(Noire.)

And that white hair…

*sigh* poor Robin… but anyways…

"Hi Noire!" I smile at her, making her flinch slightly at my cheerfulness. She brought this upon herself though by calling me a dork.

"H-hello N-nick… w-what are you doing here?" She asks, a sly smile dancing on her features for a moment before she schools her face back into neutrality.

"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted by Reimi here" my smirk grows wider as her face becomes red from anger "I was heading towards the Twins' turf for some mercenary work. Clear the place, make sure they don't do banditry, the usual stuff." I'm not EXACTLY lying. It's just that the reason I'm there is slightly different. The end result is the same however.

Raimi takes a deep breath, trying to reign in her anger before speaking. "Very well. Recruit, is he telling the truth?" she turns to Noire. She minutely nods, despite the lack of sense that it makes to ask someone who wouldn't know. "Fine. You will be accompanying this stranger to where he needs to be, and then you'll escort him out of Ferox not a second late. Are we clear? With this war we can't afford to let Plegians in, even if they're part of the Shepherds. Your pegasus looks tired, best to leave it here. You'll have it back once you have left the country." Wait back the fuck up. Do I look plegian?

(Let's see, short and not-thin but not-fat build, green hair, slightly tanned skin, Latin accent, light clothing despite the temperature. Eh, you certainly can't pass off as an Ylissean.)

Nuts. Now people will think I'm Plegian.

(While we weren't listening, Raimi gave us the all clear and now we're sitting down in a private room in the Longfort before we head wherever we need to go, courtesy of yours truly taking over the body.)

"W-what are you doing here, boss?" Noire asked eventually after a while of walking. I noticed she's not wearing her pendant.

"I'm not your boss." I answer curtly. She gasped, and turned to stare at me as I removed my helmet. "Or rather, not the one you know. Lucy, Rose and possibly Severa are already aware of this. Plus whoever they talked to in the meantime." I didn't feel like talking about this again. I already had this conversation twice, let's not make a third.

"O-Oh. Where are you going, then, if not at the ruins of time?" I raised an eyebrow at her. Was Future!Nick supposed to go there?

(I mean, probably. Morgan's a wild card after all.)

"I didn't lie when I said that I was going to the Twins' turf." I answered. "There's some people that need saving, plus it's my only chance of preventing Cordelia from being slightly more than a red smear in the Breakneck pass." She flinched at the tone used to describe a person like that. I was really pissed thinking about it.

"W-well, do you need my help?" She asked meekly. I shrugged: One could never have enough help. "Sure. You're supposed to accompany me anyways, aren't you?" She nodded. With that out of the way, we got up, went out of the Longfort and got on our way.

"So what is it that we're doing exactly?" Noire asked me as we took a regular carriage (stupid feroxi people stealing my pegasus) towards the village that was about to be attacked if paralogues were anything to go by. We were actually in a fake lonely merch wagon, waiting to be inevitably assaulted by said bandits whose turf we were about to invade. For some reason they placed a ridiculous amount of trust in us, only sending alongside a fellow who was riding said carriage and was going to flee once the attack begun, assuming we weren't surrounded. Bah.

We weren't there to protect the people, that was Anna's job, but we might as well do it. We're technically still saving Anna's ass from being kicked and I was going to cash in on that favour with the God!Anna. A bit of a douche move, I know, but not without reason.

Law had been awfully silent this trip. Probably disgusted with the idea that I'd go looking for lives to take just to save one. I know I'd probably be.

"Well you know who Lucina's mother is, right?" She nodded. "Well, she's also currently very much dead. We're gonna undo that." She gasped.

"H-how can you do that?" Poor Noire was probably wondering if there was a way to revive her parents.

"If we save Anna, the one at the gate will owe me. Then I can hopefully ask her to revive Cordelia and maybe we can keep some semblance of canonicity with the future either one of us is familiar with, although I doubt it." I responded, lazily twirling one of my locks in the air and frowning as I wiped the sweat off with a gloved hand on the back of my neck. I'm probably the only person alive that can start sweating because of the heat in the middle of a frozen tundra.

As if reading my mind, Noire stepped behind me and whipped out a pair of scissors. I have no idea where she kept them, but she quietly started humming a familiar tune as she began cutting my hair.

(FE7's tutorial music.) Law helpfully supplied.

My hair. It was the one thing that could be said that looked good on me. At first I refused to take pride in such a "girly" thing but then I started taking the few compliments that came my way about as they were. Compliments. Nothing important. I was by no means handsome, but I wasn't exactly ugly.

"You know." Noire began conversationally after the song she was humming was over. "I've always wanted to try this at least once. But" her tone turned pouty, if that makes any sense as a description "You'd never allow anybody near your neck with anything remotely close to a blade."

I hummed. "Yeah, from what I've gathered, I was a paranoid asshole. I'm not really sure about the why's, but Nick must've had his reasons. Still, it's definitely not my style. I'm trying to be a lot more open and keep things simple." I shrugged, before muttering darkly. "Although I never seem to be able to do anything right…"

Noire didn't respond to that. She simply resumed her humming as she gave the finishing touches to my hair like trimming and stuff.

"You know, I prefer you to the other Nick." She said out of the blue.

"You'd be the first one able to tell us apart." I replied bitterly.

She didn't have a response to that either. After finishing up she handed me a mirror to look at my new haircut with.

(Where does she keep these things?!)

My new haircut was now similar to Alfonse's, a tad shorter and replacing blue and gold with brown and green. I let out a low whistle. "Not bad, Noire. Thanks." She blushed in response and muttered a dismissal. I continued to stare at the mirror, my eyes bulging slightly when for a moment I saw my reflection look genuinely happy, something that I hadn't had in a few years now. I sighed and handed the mirror back to her as that moment ended as soon as it came. We fell back into companionable silence hindered only by the occasional sound of my armor when I shifted in place, awaiting eagerly to go and destroy an entire bandit camp simply because they happened to be in my way.

'Law?'

(Yes?)

'When did I become… this?' I opened and closed my shield hand in front of me, trying to grasp at something that wasn't there. 'When did I become numb to the pain and suffering of others?'

(You're not THAT-

'Yes I am that bad. Even now, I'm going to kill a few dozen people, just to save one because I feel guilty. That's fucked up. Look at the Shepherds, instead. Risking their lives everyday, just to see the smile on the faces of the people. While I couldn't even save…' suddenly, my own hand flew up to my forehead and flicked it, resulting in a spark of pain.

'Did-did you just-'

(Yes I did. Stop trying to make yourself the villain. The fact alone that you're feeling guilty and trying to get better should be enough, right? You're saving these people, even if it's not specifically for them. That alone makes you a hero. You're just not used to caring about people. Now shut up and start getting up, we've actually managed to reach the village without getting ambushed. By the way, you need to get up.)

'I-right. Thanks, Law. A hero, huh?' I felt the sensation of someone shaking me slightly and woke up to seeing Noire next to me, smiling. "We're here, Bo-Nick." I smiled at her.

"Well, now we wait for the bandits to make their move." I said.

And so we got up and headed into the village. It was a small thing, barely the size of a block were we in a city. A few houses, an inn and a shop surrounded by woods who were in turn surrounded by a river. That's all this village offered.

The man accompanying us looked almost disappointed that we weren't attacked, and wow Feroxi people are racist.

Pretty much ninety percent of the population sneered or turned away at the sight of us. In Ylisse I had never seen this problem, although probably most of the populace knew of my status as a Shepherd or simply didn't care.

Now we have to wait for bandits to come fuck shit up. I wonder how the mighty Ferox people will react at the sight of a pair of 'Plegians' saving their asses. It was almost laughable.

I sent Noire ahead to get us a room in an inn, wishing to buy some food for ourselves at the only merchant present here, Anna. However, as fate would have it, today would not be peaceful as I was quickly approached by a man who was apparently contrary to my presence here. He was purple haired with black eyes, wearing a headband and dressed in heavy clothes to protect himself from the snow.

"And what would a Plegian dog be doing here, huh?" he shoved me lightly against a wall.

"I need to buy some dinner." I replied curtly, already hating this guy but still trying to maintain a semi-polite façade.

"Don't play dumb with me, kiddo. You're not welcome here. Get the hell away, you Grima-loving freak." He pressed his point further by continuing to shove me.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Ferox hasn't officially declared war on Plegia, you know."

(Why aren't you telling him that you're not Plegian in the first place?)

He's an asshole looking for a fight. He'll just make up excuses, at least if anyone asks I can pass it off as blatant racism.

(Hmm.)

He smirked triumphantly at me, as if he knew something I don't. "Uh-uh, kid. We're now officially allies of Ylisse now." He looked at me expectantly, thinking I would then scurry off and get out of his hair.

He was mistaken. "So you're officially allies of Ylisse, huh?" I looked at him in the eyes. He nodded triumphantly, as if having been bested politically was a reason for pride. "Well glad to know who my allies are. Now get out of my way, I've got work to do." With a hand I moved him out of the way and resumed my walk towards Anna's shop. I looked at the guy out of the corner of my eye, who was visibly shaking by now. "Stop right there, Plegian scum, or I'll kick your ass!" he ran up once again to my face.

I yawned theatrically, confident in my ability to best a civilian in combat. "You have a very weird definition of ally, don't you? I'm pretty sure a man from Ferox shouldn't attack a soldier from Ylisse." He was red with anger and reared up his fist to try and punch me in the face. It was painfully slow, and I simply summoned up my shield and blocked the attack with it. I heard a crack as his knuckles impacted my shield. He cried out in pain as I simply turned back around, sending my shield back once again to my personal dimension.

"You know, you're lucky I'm not actually Plegian, despite your brain being too small to understand it. Anyone else would've taken offense to being assaulted, despite how pathetically weak you are."

"You won't get away with this! I'm a part of the Feroxi army!" he cried out. I turned around to look at him dead in the eye and said. "Oh, Mr. Feroxi soldier, why then was I hired to deal with your bandit problem? You should be more than enough, right? But no. You're here, assaulting an unarmed traveller unprovoked, snivelling like a child who didn't get his way. Now get away from my sight, before I report you to the authorities."

"You-! You-" He began sputtering, but a voice I was very familiar with cut through the frigid air somehow dropping the temperature further.

"Jakey, enough." I stared at the newcomer who was glaring with all her might at my assailant. "He is a client, and a child, and you're drawing quite the crowd. Go home, and we'll talk later." Anna finished, still glaring.

"But Anna-he broke my wrist!" the newly named Jake tried to defend himself.

"No buts. Go." And at the speed of light, Jake ran off, spewing curses all the while. I finally turned back towards Anna, who was looking at me with a finger pressed against her chin in their typical cute pose.

"Well, you were talking about needing food, right? Come, come! It's on the house!" And she dragged me over to her stall, muttering under her breath about how she was going to leave her boyfriend without a cent.

Curiously enough, Anna's stall had a lot of food that looked like the takeaway that you could get at a Chinese restaurant and similar. In the end, since this continent's cuisine was completely unknown to me, I opted to simply get some noodles, despite the fact that they were the cheapest stuff there and Anna had offered free food. I brought it to the inn and ate while recounting what happened to Noire, who went into crazy-mode and almost attacked me because, and I quote "I can't leave you alone five minutes that you go picking fights! Ugh!"

I slept without nightmares that night.


I woke up the next morning to the sound of shouting and being shook awake. "Come on, come on!" Noire shouted, alarmed. "Wake up!"

"Wha-? Oh, hi Noire. What's the shouting about?" I asked groggily. "It's" she began pulling me to my feet. "What we came here for. How much do you need to get ready? I don't think Anna can wait for much longer." She sounded a completely different person, much more experienced in this kind of situation than she looked like.

"Close your eyes." I asked of her. To be fair, she only hesitated a moment before complying. She had that much faith in me, more than I would ever have in myself.

"Alright…" And for a split-second, I was completely nude. The second after, however, I was fully clad in my steel battle armor, Uruz and Algiz at hand. "You can look now. I'm ready."

"But how-" she began asking, but I cut her off.

"Lots of practice. Let's move." She nodded, dumbfounded as we rushed out.

The village itself was fine, however everyone was rushing to block the doors as the bandits, a few hundred meters away, approached. I quickly counted that there were nineteen of them, all armed to the teeth and out for blood. Why did I feel bad for these guys anyways?

(Cause you're an idiot trying to guilt trip himself into depression?)

Yeah. I agree. None of that now.

"So, what's the game plan?" I asked Noire. We still hadn't been seen by the bandits… or any of the villagers for that matter, we could theoretically get the hell outta dodge despite it being a douche move. Also, where is Anna?

(She's getting out of the village just now.)

"Let's hide and see how it plays out." I told Noire. She nodded, and we hid behind a few trees, concealed from both the village and the bandits. Suddenly, we heard some voices.

"Vincent, darling?" one of the bandits began.

"Yes, Victor?" 'Vincent' answered.

"I daresay we've come across a village, Vincent." I peeked from my hiding spot in the foliage to see the rest of their gang taking spots around the place to ambush the village if need be. Smart, but only if they expect no opposition.

"And what a thriving little hamlet it is, Victor!" Vincent laughed, looking at how everyone was rushing to get inside, locking doors, boarding them, finding places to hide. If these two managed to get inside, none of it would matter.

"Indeed. I think I'll make for a fine bit of pillaging, Vincent." Victor hefted his axe on his shoulder, smirking cruelly.

"It most certainly will, Victor." Vincent smirked just as cruelly, staring at the village ahead.

"Well then, I believe it's my turn to do the honors, isn't it Vincent?" Victor asked, stopping to stare at Vincent expectantly.

"I do believe it is, Victor! Oh, but try and remember that there are nasty little rats in these forests nearby, alright? Listening in on conversations, very rudely might I say…" And suddenly, an axe was thrown in Noire's direction. She gasped, dodging it very closely before running towards the village.

Vincent leaned in to plant a kiss on Victor's cheek before leaving, laughing all the while.

(My gaydar is tingling! Get away, before you start puking rainbows!)

And get away I did, trailing Victor as quietly as I could. Eventually, we reached the village, where Anna was standing guard while behind her stood a trembling Noire who was fumbling with a locket.

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm afraid this village is closed." Anna said, sword out in a battle-ready stance. Victor laughed.

"Well aren't you a fetching young thing? And fetching young things fetch good coin. In fact, the gold you net from the slavers will build Vincent a fine home!" he laughed boisterously, confident in his victory before shouting.

"Get 'em boys! Don't kill'em all, it's bad for business." He smirked before running away.

One of the bandits approached Anna, smirking. "Now, now, missie. Why don'tcha come here so we can have some fun?"

Anna promptly responded "Careful love, prices aren't the only things I can cut." And dashed at him, slashing at his chest. An arrow to the head from Noire ended his life. However, an arrow quickly embedded itself in Anna's arm as I finally decided to stop hiding and charged at the bow-wielding bandit, impaling him in the chest with my lance. I finished him off by stabbing Uruz in his throat as another bandit made his way towards me. I decided to have a little fun with my new toys.

Whipping out my Thunder card, I shouted "Heed me, thunder's fury!" a satisfying roar of thunder responded to me, and I threw the card towards my opponent.

(Gold card: He's stunned for two seconds.)

I snorted at the reference, seeing as the card electrocuted the bandit upon contact, either killing him or dropping him unconscious. The smell of cooked flesh rose in the air.

I quickly went to retrieve my card, since (sadly) they have to be thrown to work properly. I couldn't manage to make ranged spells, so I either throw and have to retrieve them later, or I slap them with it at point blank.

Sadly, the rest of the bandits wasn't stupid and started keeping at distance while waiting for the rest of them to arrive so they could mob us. I tried to get close, but every time I did either an arrow came my way and I had to shield it or I had to block a spell for Anna. We were pretty much at an impasse, getting more tired as the fight drew on until…

The ground next to the bandits fucking exploded. Not the Lilina kind of explosion that came from the ground bursting, the "Saitama just lightly tapped the ground" kind. I looked back, alarmed before seeing a rather impressive piece of machinery.

Mounted on wheels, a massive crossbow loaded with massive darts was being moved by… Jake. The same Jake that had stupidly attacked me. As he readied another dart, he called out to his lover: "Hey, Anna! Am I late to the party?" I grinned, despite everything, luck was on our side. I might as well add wood to the fire.

"Come, Lilina!"

(An unimpressive stompfest later…)

"I… I see an open field, Vincent… such beautiful- *gurgle*" Victor's life flashed away from his eyes as an arrow from Noire reached his throat, her laughing all the while. I bent down, taking his short axe away and trying to stash it away for later study. The damn thing would just keep reappearing in his hands shortly after being thrown, and earned me a deep gash in the shoulder. My left arm was currently unusable and letting blood freely flow as I clutched it. The axe somehow turned to dust as I touched it, and all that was left to take from his body was a Goddess Icon.

(Perhaps you should care about the fact that we're dying?)

Be patient, Law. Three, two, one…

A heavenly light came from above me as Anna used the Physics staff to heal me. The wound in my arm closed, leaving behind white scarred tissue. I frowned: it was becoming a problem, getting wounded so much in battle as a result of my lacking fighting skills.

I returned to the village to see the people welcoming me with open arms. It was good, because if these guys decided to finish me off there would've been very little I could've done, tired as I am. Suddenly, a merchant approached me.

"A thousand thanks, my boy. I fear what those bandits would've done, were it not for you and your friend. I am truly sorry for the hostility." I turned, startled, to see Noire standing behind me, looking just as tired as I was.

"I… it was nothing." I tried to channel my inner Lon'qu to gain some of his stoicism, but heat still rushed to my face. The guy laughed, seeing this.

"Nonsense! Come on everyone, let's give our little heroes a warm thank you!" And I was just lifted off from the crowd of people like it was nothing what the hell put me down please no sir I don't like being manhandled stop no help me pls

I turned towards Noire for help, only to see that they were doing the same to her, while Lilina had dismissed herself earlier, thankfully asking nothing about Roy. Despite everything, I found myself smiling. I was a hero to these people.

(Word will spread about this, you know that right?)

I-yeah. We'll have to leave soon, lest we get tracked by the Shepherds. I'm not in for awkward reunions anytime soon.

I stumbled my way towards the inn that we had rented the day before. The villagers had decided to throw us a party where there was a lot of alcohol involved. I had luckily managed to play the "I'm a minor" card and get out, but Noire was not as lucky and had remained, drunk her ass off and spouting nonsense about "Blood and thunder".

(Noire is the angry kind of drunk. Who knew?)

However, fate decided to hate on me, because as soon as I'm front of the inn, a hand snatches my head and puts in in a noogie.

"C'mere, brat!" Jake laughed as I tried (and failed) to get out of his grip. "Who knew you had the bite to back your bark, eh?" it continued for a few seconds, before he finally let me go. "But seriously, thank you for what you have done today. Were I on the end ofthat lance…" He shuddered, not finishing the phrase. "But you're cool. Not bad for a plegian, brat." He punched lightly my shoulder.

Anna, my saving grace, finally arrived. "Darling, cut him some slack. You know he can't help where he was born, we've already talked about this." He rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, yeah, woman. I get it."

She then walked up to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for what you have done today, without asking anything in change. If you ever need help, be sure to let us know, yeah? Just don't ask for money." She winked at me, and I was left dumbfounded.

(Huh. That just happened. Being the good guy really feels nice, huh?)

Yeah. Yeah it does. Too bad I'm not one.

(Here we go again, with this emo shit…)

I wouldn't be me without emo shit, Law. That's what you're here for.

I was honestly torn while writing this chapter. It was either write a lackluster fight, and risk leaving you guys disappointed (plus having to write a lot) or not write a fighting scene at all and still leave you guys disappointed. I'm pretty happy with the middle ground I found. Also, I would like to know if you find the stat page at the end of chapter annoying. I'll try to make another middle ground here, making it a lot more compact, and tell me if you prefer this.

As per usual, under the stat page is an omake.

Nick

Otherwordly Soldier

Lv 15 Exp 64

Class: Soldier

Stats: Hp: 28/28 Str: 14 Mag: 14 Skl: 15 Spd: 18 Lck: 9 Def: 9 (+5) Res: 20 (+5)

Skills: Riposte; Toss

Items: Uruz; Algiz; Fire Card 10/10 ; Thunder Card 9/10; Heal Card 10/10

Supports: Miriel B;Kellam C;Marth C;Roy B;Ricken C;Sully C

Lilina

Delightful Noble

Lv 14 Exp 26

Stats: Hp: 29 Str: 8 Mag: 17 (+2) Skl: 8 Spd: 12 Lck: 11 Def: 4 Res: 11

Skills: Magic+2 ;Absolute focus

Inventory: Bolganone;Elwind; Vulnerary

Supports: Roy S

Omake: After the battle

Noire and Nick had been staying at an inn, offered by the mayor for saving the village. Since Nick was exhausted, he had come back earlier than she did, since she was roped into a very awkward (for her) party.

What she found, when she came back, was unusual.

"N-Nick, you're on f-fire!" she shrieked. He looked up from the book he was reading to glance at her.

"Hi Noire!" He welcomed her as if there was nothing wrong. Truth being told, to him, there wasn't.

"You're on fire!" She shrieked louder, trying to get her point across. He simply raised an eyebrow at her.

"I am aware." And he resumed reading the book. She ran up to his face and tried to make some wind using one of the blankets. He sighed saying "That's not gonna work."

"Well, you're not doing anything about the fact that you're burning!" She screamed, nearly histerical.

"Yes, I know I'm on fire, you're repetitive. Although you're right, I'm not doing anything."

"Why are you on fire!?"

"I wanted to test my abnormal resistance over time to see whether or not it would affect me. For now, it seems that it doesn't. Plus, I felt chilly."

"So you set yourself on fire." She massaged her temples, trying (and failing) to make sense of the situation.

"What?! No!" He shouted, sounding almost scandalized. "I had Lilina set me on fire." Noire finally noticed the girl who was sitting in the corner, hugging her knees to her legs while reading a book on thunder magic. At hearing her name, she looked up from what she was reading and noticed Noire's presence, waving at her as greetings.

"Lilina, why did you agree to this?!" She asked the girl exasperatedly. The girl looked up, checking Nick's condition before replying with "He's fine."

"That's it! You're all crazy! I'm too drunk for this!" She slammed the door on them, absolutely and positively done with their shit.